Thank goodness for long distance (Rose.)

[notmadeofglass]

Steve...Quinn...whatever the hell his name was wasn't home. He said he was going to work, but Tina wasn't sure. She wasn't sure of anything at this point since her life turned upside down on Taco Night. She'd made him sleep on the couch with Grumpy, then Grumpy peed in his shoes because she didn't like sharing the couch so he was back in bed with her at night now, but it was weird. Everything was weird and it wasn't like she had anyone she could talk to in Italy. There was only one person she could talk to in the world, really.

So Rose's phone would ring and even if she hit ignore it would continue to ring until she answered it. Tina was evil that way.

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[notmadeofglass]

"I know. But I didn't. I did kick him to the couch with the cat, though."

[wild_child]

"Nice ta see ya can still surprise me, Frosty," Rose told her.

"Ya wanna pack it in, ya pack it in. We'll hang out, steal Summers's car, go drinkin', the works. Or ya can go follow th' path yer walkin'. Ain't my place ta tell ya which is right."

[notmadeofglass]

"We haven't stolen Summers' car for awhile..."

[wild_child]

More snickering.

"Long enough fer him ta forget some of our tricks."